It is beautiful.
It is ****.
It makes us sick.
It robs our soul of its ability to be rational.
It inspires us.
It provides us the ability to accomplish anything so long as it impresses.
It can make us lose weight.
It motivates us to consume immeasurable substances when it leaves us to numb the pain left behind from its departure.
It inspires us to write things we never imagined possible.
It can haunt our dreams and keep us safe during the nightmares.
It cannot be quantified.
It can and will be used for good and evil.
It shouldn’t be defined.
It provides us with the strength to get out of bed.
It robs us of strengths we would use to get out of bed.
It harms us.
It protects us.
It fills us while also being capable of leaving us empty.
It cannot be taught.
It cannot be bargained with.
It does not care about you.
It is limitless.
It is truly an infinite abyss.
Both light and shadow
are the dance of Love.
Love has no cause;
it is the astrolabe of God’s secrets.
Lover and Loving are inseparable
Although I may try to describe Love
when I experience it I am speechless.
Although I may try to write about Love
I am rendered helpless;
my pen breaks and the paper slips away
at the ineffable place
where Lover, Loving and Loved are one.
Every moment is made glorious
by the light of Love.
Never trust a white man,
Never **** a Jew,
Never sign a contract,
Never rent a pew.
Don't enlist in armies;
Nor marry many wives;
Never write for magazines;
Never scratch your hives.
Always put paper on the seat,
Don't believe in wars,
Keep yourself both clean and neat,
Never marry ******.
Never pay a blackmailer,
Never go to law,
Never trust a publisher,
Or you'll sleep on straw.
All your friends will leave you
All your friends will die
So lead a clean and wholesome life
And join them in the sky.
Speak to her in a way she knows you truly love the essence of her soul.
Touch her so she will feel the passion from your body as though it were electrically charged.
Please her so that she forgets her name, the day and the time.
A beautifully passionate and eloquent man, can make a woman high on passion...drunk on love. Inebriated with passion and love.
Lips meet gently, then with force.
The body & apex of their tongues dance intimately as she straddles his core.
His fingers glide down the right side of her body lightly grazing the breast as another set of fingers move past the navel and to the mona *****.
The back arches as her hood comes into contact with his thumb and he applies delicate pressure to the *****.
She takes hold of his shaft while noticing their bodies glistening as they reflect off the dim lights. She changes directions and eagerly rests her pelvic girdle at the top of his chest. She fills his mouth with her as he places his hands on her hips.
As he thrusts the apex of his tongue across her hood vigorously, she slides her tongue up his shaft and takes him into her mouth. As she climaxes repeatedly, he feels her passion dripping into his mouth.
As their bodies begin to fatigue, she puts him inside her commanding a moan of heightened pleasure. As she feels him swell anticipating his ******, she instinctively begins to pleasure herself as well. As he bursts inside her, she arches her back, grabbing her own ******* while her eyes disappear during a series of body convulsing climaxes.